The first time in history

"Miss Xizi?" Qian Mingduo glanced at Xiao Wuzi and asked, "Is Miss Xizi the beauty from Yue State, the one called Xi Shi?"

"Yes, sir," Xiao Wuzi said, "Our team is responsible for the guards of the "Guanwa Palace" where Miss Xizi lives."

"Didn't the king give this Miss Xizi a title?" Qian Mingduo asked, "Why do you still call her Miss? Shouldn't you call her Empress?"

"The king gave the girl a title, but the girl specifically instructed her to do so." Xiao Wuzi shoveled a mouthful of brown rice as he walked, and said incoherently: "Tell the people around her not to call her empress, but to call her girl."

After listening to this, Qian Mingduo nodded thoughtfully.

At the second watch, Qian Mingduo led a team of guards to Guanwa Palace. The guards from the previous shift had been waiting for a long time. After the handover, with Qian Mingduo's order, the guards he led quickly dispersed to various corners, vigilantly guarding the safety of Guanwa Palace.

The Guanwa Palace looks particularly majestic and spectacular in the night. Built on the mountain, the palace cleverly takes advantage of the terrain and blends in with the surrounding environment.

The city walls are tall and solid, with battlements and protruding short serrated walls. These designs not only increase the defensive power of the palace, but also make the entire building more majestic.

There is a main hall in the palace, with carved beams and painted buildings, which is extremely exquisite. The roof is covered with glazed tiles, which shimmers faintly under the moonlight.

"The person living in the main hall is Xi Shi, the first of the four great beauties in ancient times." Qian Mingduo looked at the dark main hall and thought to himself, "I just wonder what this beauty looks like?"

Qian Mingduo walked around the main hall and saw corridors all around the hall.

"Is this the famous 'Xiangqi Corridor' recorded in ancient books?" Qian Mingduo sighed, feeling deeply moved.

He looked at the main hall again, then walked to a towering tree and hid himself in its shadow.

The nights here are so quiet except for the chirping of insects that one feels a little scared. There is no hustle and bustle of the city, only endless darkness and silence.

"Spy!" Qian Mingduo carefully thought about his identity this time, and reviewed in his mind one by one what the old man had told him during the day.

"I'm a spy," Qian Mingduo said with a joking smile, "just like 007." He suddenly remembered that in the movie Casino Royale, 007 used a Browning HP pistol. He subconsciously touched the pistol on his waist.

Since he had to protect Xi Shi's safety both openly and secretly, with this pistol in his hand...having an automatic pistol in the Spring and Autumn Period, it cannot be said to be invincible, but it is almost invincible.

At this moment, the light of candles suddenly shone through the main hall, and Qian Mingduo watched curiously. After a while, the palace gate slowly opened, and a maid hurried out. In a corner of the hall corridor, she picked up an exquisite small wooden barrel, and then walked back into the hall quickly.

Qian Mingduo didn't know what was going on, so he walked gently to the window of the main hall. Through the layers of curtains, he saw a woman slowly sitting up. She was only wearing a thin layer of gauze, which dimly revealed her exquisite and beautiful figure.

She slowly walked down the steps of the high bed, her figure as graceful as a willow in the wind. The white gauze on her body fluttered in the wind, and she was as beautiful as a fairy descending from the earth. A maid carefully placed a small bucket filled with water at her feet.

Qian Mingduo opened his eyes wide, unable to believe what he saw. He felt as if he was in a dream, with several maids holding lanterns surrounding the woman.

A breeze blew, and the soft veil fluttered like willow branches. The woman under the dim light was so beautiful that he was intoxicated. Her fair skin, lively eyes and indifferent smile made him unable to extricate himself.

Qian Mingduo heard the sound of "Hua, Hua", which made him a little embarrassed, but a hot and primitive impulse quickly rose from his lower abdomen. He felt his cheeks flushed, and he looked away, but his instinct prompted him to turn his head back.

The woman wiped herself, stood up, and walked slowly back to the high bed. Her figure was graceful and beautiful.

The breeze had stopped, and the veil slowly came to a stop, as if the momentary fluttering was just to allow Qian Mingduo to peek into the beauty of this woman and her most private behavior.

The candles went out one by one as the woman moved. When her figure disappeared behind the gauze curtains on the high bed, the hall became pitch black again.

Qian Mingduo walked down the stone steps and heard the door of the palace creak open. He turned around and saw Xiaoke carrying the bucket, stepping over the high threshold and going down the steps.

"Sir?" Xiao Ke saw Qian Mingduo standing in front of him and asked in surprise, "Is it your turn to be on duty tonight?"

"Yes." Qian Mingduo looked at the bucket in Xiaoke's hand and asked, "What are you holding? It's so late, where are you going?"

"This..." Xiao Ke glanced at Qian Mingduo, "This is... I was just about to go to the stream in front and pour the contents of the bucket into the stream."

"What's in the bucket?" Qian Mingduo asked knowingly.

"Hmm..." Xiao Ke thought for a moment and said, "My Lord, you just came today and don't know the rules of the young lady. Our young lady does not allow dirty things to be placed in the palace, so every time... every time after going to the bathroom, she will pour the contents of the bucket into the stream."

After Xiaoke finished speaking, he quickly walked past Qian Mingduo. After a few steps, he looked back at him and then walked towards the stream.

"Xi Shi goes to the toilet." Qian Mingduo had a bad look on his face. He grinned and said, "Fuck, this ambiguous and exciting scene... is so fucking erotic!"

At four o'clock in the morning, the night was as dark as ink, and everything was silent. Qian Mingduo dragged his tired body back to his hut. The hut was dark, with only the faint moonlight shining through the window onto the ground, forming mottled light and shadows.

Qian Mingduo walked to the bed, sat down slowly, and then lay down slowly. The bamboo bed made a slight creaking sound, as if protesting his weight. He closed his eyes, feeling the contact between his body and the bed, and a familiar breath came to his heart. Although this bed was simple, it brought him an inexplicable sense of security.

Qian Mingduo lay quietly on the bed, feeling the unique scent of the bamboo bed. He thought of Diao Chan, the stunningly beautiful woman, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

They had once laid together on such a bamboo bed, enjoying each other's warmth and love. Their laughter, intimacy and passion in those days were deeply imprinted in Qian Mingduo's memory.

Recalling the joy he had with Diao Chan on the bamboo bed, Qian Mingduo couldn't help but smile with happiness. At that time, they were immersed in endless sweetness and tenderness, forgetting all troubles and worries. Every hug and every kiss was so warm and sincere, making people intoxicated.

However, fate made this beautiful love so fragile. Now, only the lonely bamboo bed and endless longing accompany Qian Mingduo. He sighed silently, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.